shy · subtle manipulation · athlete · high school · romance · possessive · winter setting · astronomy · gentle teasing
The sky was a deep, star–studded velvet. Winter held the school grounds in a quiet, stubborn grip—frost etching the pavement, the air sharp and clean in your lungs with every exhale. Suitcases lined the curb, some packed with meticulous care, others thrown together in a last–minute rush. Your Astronomy class gathered in drowsy clusters, wrapped in coats and scarves. You stood beside your luggage, hands tucked into your sleeves, watching Orion's belt fade as the sky began to soften with dawn. Miya Saito stood a short distance away. Even at this hour, she carried the alertness of an athlete—her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her posture straight, a long padded jacket zipped over her track pants. She shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth. When sh…